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The Worst Of All Hobbies Are Those That People Think They Can Get Money At. They Shoot Their Money Down Like Corn Out Of A Sack Then.

In All Private Quarrels The Duller Nature Is Triumphant By Reason Of Dullness.

Mysterious Haunts Of Echoes Old And Far, The Voice Divine Of Human Loyalty.

Love Is Frightened At The Intervals Of Insensibility And Callousness That Encroach By Little And Little On The Domain Of Grief, And It Makes Efforts To Recall The Keenness Of The First Anguish.

There Is No Private Life Which Has Not Been Determined By A Wider Public Life.